By FoxFaceStories
An Anonymous Story Tier Prompt Series
Victor and Martin are rookies on a new undercover force that has a major operation underway. Intent on proving themselves, they sign up to help bust a new suburban drug operation, only to find out they need to become attractive undercover housewives to see the mission through! Will they get their bodies back, or will they go native while undercover?
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Part 9: Your Fault
Veronica couldn't wait to be a mother. It was her calling, the highest calling a woman could ever aspire to. The gorgeous and buxom blondebeauty had been having the most wonderful sex with her new husband Kade, and a honeymoon in Hawaii was just around the corner. Part of her hoped to be pregnant already. It was a woman’s calling, after all. Sometimes she could barely believe she’d once been a man, and other times that didn’t make sense whatsoever. Her mind was a jumble of jigsaw pieces that never quite fit together whenever she examined the past, but one flash of a handsome smile from her gorgeous black husband brought her right back to the present.
“You are such a marvel,” he told her while she fed Erin and Esther on the couch. Her breasts were so very full that night, so she was almost grateful when her gorgeous twin girls erupted into tears, though it did interrupt yet another makeout session with her husband.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t get five more minutes,” she said, grinning at him as he sat beside her, still shirtless. The sight of all those dark muscles made her bite her lip.
“We have all the time in the world now, babe. All the time to experience utter bliss.”
Something about that word. Bliss. Bliss. Bliss. It was odd, but it momentarily made her quite sad. No, quite angry.
“You okay, honey bunny?”
The feeling passed, and Vee gave Kade a bright smile again. “Oh, I’m just frustrated that my turkey dinner wasn’t perfect!”
“It was wonderful. Perhaps a little gamey.”
“I’ll do better next time. I’m going to be the ultimate housewife for you, just you wait. A perfect doting housewife for you to come home to each day, a meal ready for my man and the place all spick and span.”
He rubbed her bare thigh as her children nursed, relieving her excess milk. “What if the young ones make a mess?”
“I’ll clean it up.”
“What if we end up having even more children?”
Her heart fluttered a little, and she took the offered kiss he gave her while her babies remained latched. “I’m counting on it,” she purred. “And if you haven’t got my eggo preggo yet, once I’ve got the girls down we’ll definitely make sure you put some gorgeous babies in me. I wanna have the cutest little biracial babies with you, you stud.”
She noted that his cock was rising, and she too felt her heat growing. Thankfully, both Esther and Erin had their fill, and she silently tiptoed back to their room and put them to sleep. Then, still barechested, her large creamy orbs jiggling with each step, Veronica slowly sauntered out into the main room, placed a hand on a cocked hip, and blew a very sexy kiss in Kade’s direction.
“Hello honey,” she purred. “Like what you see?”
“Oh yes I do,” he replied. Her tall and muscular husband rose from his seat and advanced towards her, ready to claim his prize. Ready to let her know that she was his wife, his trophy in all the ways that made her so blissful. Their lips touched, his hands upon her lactating tits, and then-
BANG BANG BANG BANG
“What the hell?” Kade said. “Was that the door?”
“Ignore it,” Veronica murmured. “Fuck me. Put your big babies in me. I want another set of twins, you virile hunk.” He kissed her, lowering a hand down to caress her womanhood, which left Veronica gasping with desire.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
“Veronica! Veronica de Kamp, you open up right now! It’s fucking important! MIERDA! OPEN UP!”
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Kade huffed and moved to the door. “It’s your friend,” he muttered. “What is she doing at this late hour? I’m going to tell her to go away.”
Veronica bit her lip. If Martina was here to see her, it had to be important, right? But at the same time, she was so fucking horny. She wanted that big black dick stretching her insides and making her cum so hard it could put her into a damn coma.
The door opened in the other room.
“Martina? It’s late, and I’m - hey! What the fuck!”
The gorgeous Hispanic woman strode into the room wearing what looked like a damn tactical vest and pair of pants, a far cry from the traditional wifely appearance she’d kept up over the last few weeks. Her hair was tied back in a professional ponytail, and she had a gun at her side, as well as what looked like a stun baton and a gas mask too. A bewildered Kade was naked, having not expected Martina to push past him, and he moved after her, trying to grab her hand.
“Get back, idiota!” she exclaimed, raising her baton. “I’m here for Vee! You stay back or I’ll get the taser out instead! Come, back against the wall, big guy! Ándale!”
A shocked Kade did indeed step back, his hands raised. “Don’t you dare hurt my wife! She is my bliss!”
Again, that word. Vee winced. Something was wrong, and it wasn’t just her friend’s strange invasion. “Martina, what are you doing?” she declared, gesturing to her own nakedness. “We’re trying for a baby here! Why are you dressed up as a police officer? We left that life behind . . . no, that’s not right. I was never a police officer.”
Martina took her friend’s hands, having put away the baton for now. “Yes, you were. Listen hermana, this is all wrong. We are police. We aren’t even meant to be women. Adriana wasn’t going loco, she was correct: there is a conspiracy, remember? We were sent here undercover to find the operation dealing a drug called bliss. It turns people into perfect little housewives desperate to have babies, like we are now! And it even turns some men into traditional breadwinners who love dominating their wives, like Todd Anderson.”
“Wait, this doesn’t make sense. Todd is a good man!”
“Maybe he is, or maybe he’s just a sleaze. The real villain is Abigail Anderson.”
“You’re talking nonsense! Abigail is our friend. She’s more of a total tradwife than we are! She wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
“She is a tradwife, and a bruja fanatic! That bitch wants everyone to live like perfect babymaking housewives, including her! We thought it was her husband, but she’s making everyone like this. Fang, the Rodriquezes, even Lisa - well, maybe, she’s also loco - they’re all affected! Many of them have been trying to tell us. They’ve been saying bliss a lot. William even did it for me, though I think he only half-remembered. Ask your husband!”
Something was coming back to Veronica. She wrinkled her brow, allowing her mind to dip into her fragmented past, and then she turned to Kade. “Honey, is it true? Are you - is Bliss a drug? Have you been trying to warn me?”
The man contorted his face, just as uncertain. “I think - I don’t know - it doesn’t make sense! Honey, I just want us to live together and love one another! But - but something is wrong. It’s not blissful. I mean . . . oh God. Honey, I think she might be right! I remember something . . .”
He looked down at his own arms, at his muscular body and huge dick, and his jaw fell. “I wasn’t always like this. I was . . . I was thin. I was short. I - I wasn’t even black. I was some white chick. And then someone slipped something into my drink after I got an invite to a neighbourhood party. Veronica, I swear I didn’t know, girl!”
Vee looked from her friend to her husband. Pieces of her past were connecting back together, the jigsaw finally making sense. She clutched her head, fingers running through her blonde hair. “I - I didn’t have breasts. I was a man. My name was Victor! You were Martin! Buddy, you were white!”
“Yes!” Martina Soles proclaimed. “You do remember! We were drugged-”
“In Abigail and Todd’s basement lab,” Veronica said, more pieces coming together. “I - I remember.”
She looked over at her husband, and a violent glare appeared upon her face. “You bastard!” she cried, flinging a pillow at him. “You asshole! You fucked me! You sucked on my damn titties!”
Kade put up his hands and batted away the pillow, followed by the next two that were hurled off of the couch and directly at his head. “Hey, honey! It’s not my fault! I’ve taken the bliss too! I’m not even meant to have a dick! I just - I need to be your breadwinner, girl. I need to be the one bringing home the bacon, and making sweet love to you, my gorgeous blonde trophy wife.”
Vee cringed, partly at her annoyance at his excuses, but also because his excuses made sense. There was also the fact that she was still aroused as hell, and the Bliss was making her really, really want to be this man’s trophy wife even with these revelations.
“Whatever!” she cried. “You were a girl before?”
“Y-yes. A secretary! No one paid attention to me. I don’t even know why I was invited, but then I was given the bliss, and I got addicted, and then . . . God, it must have been strong stuff. I couldn’t remember until now who I used to be.”
“You were giving subconscious warnings,” Martina said. “William is probably the same.”
“Wait - I remember! Wilma . . . she’s one of my friends! Oh God, she came to the party with me. She must have been turned into a guy as well.”
Martina rubbed her temples as she took in this new information. It made sense: Abigail figured out who they were, or at least saw them as a threat to her idea of a neighbourhood of perfect housewives, and desperately needed a pair of handsome studs to very quickly sweep the women off of their feet. A pair of nervous pliable women might have been easier to manipulate, capture, and change quickly.
“We’ve been fucking men who used to be women!?” Veronica exclaimed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Oh my God, I haven’t been swearing for the last month, Jesus Christ!”
Martina smirked a little, glad to have her friend back. “The whole situation is loco,” she said. “But it’s up to us to end it, Vee. We know who is responsible, and we’re still policia.”
Veronica took a deep breath, her naked breasts reminding her of their large presence as she did so. The buxom blonde mother of twins looked down at her body, taking it in. She remembered being a man. Being hairy. Being strong. Hell, being able to see her damn toes. And she certainly remembered a time when she was a big, tough policeman who enjoyed drinking with the ladies and getting laid like a real man, instead of spreading her legs and crying out in passion as a man thrust his cock inside of her.
“Fucking . . . fuck!” she declared. “We need to arrest Abigail. I’m not staying like this!”
“What about your babies?” Kade asked. “Wh-what about me?”
“We’re both affected by drugs, you handsome, overly-muscled moron! This isn’t a real marriage!”
Kade swallowed. “It has to be, baby girl. I need you! You don’t understand, even if I used to be a girl and everything, I can’t fight this! I have to be your husband. I gotta get you pregnant with my babies!’
“Ewww - don’t t-talk about that! It’s making me all horny! Ugh, Martina, how do I stop thinking about getting knocked up?”
Martina bit her lip. In truth, part of her still felt a compulsion to return to William, apologise for running out on him, and then straddle him with her wide hips and let him knock her up hard. The superserum form of Bliss that Abigail had dosed them with was clearly still overriding their previous immunities, because while they remembered who they were now, they were still subject to powerful sensations, urges, and borderline hypnotic suggestions.
“Mierda,” she spat. “I can’t stop thinking about having little bebes either, hermana. We need to act fast, b-before we can’t fight these urges. Kade, can you come with us? We could use a lookout while we go to arrest Abigail.”
Kade shook his head. “I - I don’t think I can. The Bliss is too strong. Veronica, I have a role now. It’s wrong, I know it is, but I have to be the traditional husband. I gotta take you back to bed and fuck your brains out, honey. We gotta make those babies, I’m so sorry. I gotta work, and you gotta be my stay-at-home beauty, and raise all our little children together in this neighbourhood. I wish it was another way. Hell, I wish I could be a woman again. But I’m your big, black handsome man, and we’ve been enjoying that dynamic for the last month, haven’t we?”
Veronica had to fight off her urge to push Martina out the door and suck this man’s cock as an apology, and then switch positions at the last moment so his little swimmers could find her eggs pronto. Instead, she focused on her male pride, buried beneath layers of womanly compulsion. There was a road to combine the two, she just knew it. A way to use both sides of her to get this man’s help. Her blue eyes widened as she realised what it was.
“Ohhh,” she purred. “But honey, you’re my big, manly protector, aren’t you?”
Kade was sweating, but he managed to slowly nod. Vee slowly sauntered towards him. She was ashamed of how sensual she was moving, her hips swaying beautifully, her bare breasts jiggling with each deliberate step, and a coy smile upon her features. She had once been a tough manly man, but now she sucked on her finger for a moment as if thinking, knowing it turned him on.
“You can help keep me safe,” she said. “You can make me sooooooo thankful that I’ll give you as many babies as the Bliss makes you want. More, even. I want to be your sexy housewife, but how can I be if Abigail is out there, free and a danger to us? You’re the big manly man. You’ve gotta keep us girls safe, right?”
Kade was panting. His dick was straining. He nodded rapidly.
“Yes. Yes! That will work. That will work, Vee. But - Jesus, I need to get off.”
Vee looked apologetically to her friend. Her breasts were yearning to be touched, and Martina was cringing with her own second-hand arousal.
“Martina?”
“Si?”
“Give me a quick five.” Veronica literally pushed her husband into their bedroom and went to close the door. “And do not give me shit for this when we turn back! It’s the goddamn bliss, alright!?”
Martina almost jumped as the door slammed, then settled down on the couch and waited. Soon the sounds of pleasure and a very loud bed arrived, and it was impossible to ignore the passion next door.
“Fuck,” the gorgeous latina said. She reached her hand down her trousers and began to fondle herself, moaning as the pleasure rose. “We n-need to turn back! She b-better take just f-five!”
To Be Continued . . .